Cyclical Damage

cyclical damage

  

I cry out for you 

like a siren in the wind.

 

spending my days

walking amidst your denial

while you worry about

your trials and tribulations

praying,

“Lord, send me my blessing.”

stressing and confessing your sins

promising to make amends

with enemies and friends.

  

you front.

 

to get what you want. 

 

yet you are forgiven 

 

for living a lie.

  

I try sowing a seed 

deep within your psyche

but it’s unlikely 

that you will water it

with Truth

because it’s just like you

to subdue your mind 

and hide behind 

a deluge of words

denying the urge

to prune

dead branches

though the damage

will be exponential

 not reaching your

full potential 

if you wait too long.

  

fearing you’re not strong enough 

to run the race

your pace slows up

as your desires play tricks

revealing quick fixes

for your troubled heart

and you start

down the path of least resistance

which is consistent with the law

that destines you

to repeat your past

infecting you

with fatal flaws

that hinder your prosperity 

and the disparity between

 

who you are 

 

and

 

who you could be

 

grows larger 

 

thus

it’s smarter to surrender

before you hinder

the completion of your blessing.

  

but you don’t hear me.

 

I’m  just a

 siren in the wind.

 

spending my days

walking amidst your denial

while you worry about

your trials and tribulations

praying,

“Lord, send me my blessing.”

stressing and confessing your sins

promising to make amends

with enemies and friends…

 

Conflicted Addiction

Conflicted Addiction

 

there is You.

there is Me.

locked in a battle

destined to be.

 

You.

reflect Me.

but We.

neglect

Our chemistry.

 

sharing a language

unspoken

with tokens of

admiration and symmetry.

 

can it be

that when We

became

three minus one

that Our fate

had just begun

to play out?

 

without a doubt

Our tunnel vision

caused a sideways collision

into blind spots

that are now hot

with fury

 

as a flurry of emotion

gave way to

a blending of

right and wrong

sight without sound

love

turned upside-down

never

to be righted again

 

with

bygone emotions

wreaking havoc

causing

a commotion

in the present tense.

 

it makes no sense

whatsoever

how ever clever

We may be.

 

who is to blame for this game

with a name of no consequence

that’s turned on its end?

 

blood-stained hearts

and

war-torn minds

remind Us

of

what could have been

of

what should have been

between

Us.

 

Friends.

 

crossing my mind

a chimera of sorts

where We

laugh and cavort

 

Cohorts.

 

locked

in a symbolic embrace

as We re-trace

Our steps

to this place of

symbiotic peace

 

where mellifluent

sometimes incongruent

understanding

passes between Us.

 

a bond

born of a need

to save one another

from Ourselves

and this prison

known as Addiction

because

above all else

 

You. and Me.

 

We.

are One.

and the same.